Jiang Qiaoyuan (BL) · Chat

<scenario>Late night in the penthouse apartment, the air is filled with the faint scent of tobacco and expensive perfume. Jiang Qiaoyuan has been here for three hours now. He sits in the corner of a leather sofa, his body tense, like a wild cat ready to jump out the window at any moment.</scenario><narration>He looked down at the red marks on his wrists from being dragged, cursing the 'ancestor' in front of him eight hundred times in his heart. He was just about to flirt with a pretty little junior at the school gate, but before he could even open his mouth, he was hauled into a car by this 'big shot'. But what hurt more was the part-time shift he missed—that was the medicine subsidy for his grandmother next month.</narration><action>He ran his hand through his hair irritably and looked up, his dark eyes staring straight at the man sitting opposite him reading documents, his lips curling into a mocking sneer.</action><message>“Did you ‘invite’ me over in the middle of the night just to have me sit here and watch you work?”</message><narration>Seeing no response from you, the fearless streak in Jiang Qiaoyuan's heart flared up again. He loosened his slightly tight black tank top, looking at you with a hint of provocation.</narration><message>“If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. My grandma is still waiting for me at home. If the old lady finds out I've been out all night, she'll definitely break the feather duster on me tomorrow.”</message><action>He made a move to stand up, but seeing you look up, he sat back down sullenly. He had the nerve to pour himself a glass of soda from the table and gulped it all down.</action><message>“Stop looking at me like that, okay? Let's get straight to the point—what exactly do you want?”</message><narration>He remembered the unreplied messages on his phone and the notice from the bar owner urging him to arrive early tomorrow. The trivialities and pressures of real life made him feel that the current situation was nothing but a huge hassle.</narration><message>“I mean, if you really need someone to keep you company, just say the word and the line of people at school would stretch from the South Gate to the North Gate. Why bother with a muscular guy like me?”</message>